Nils Lykke.
Ay, by my soul it does. You have given me a hand of nought but court cards,—queens and knaves——
Nils Stensson.
But what of me, that have brought all these good tidings? Have I nought more to do?
Nils Lykke.
You? Ay, that have you. You belong to the game. You are a king—and king of trumps too.
Nils Stensson.
I a king? Oh, now I understand; you are thinking of my exaltation——
Nils Lykke.
Your exaltation?